Jennifer exited the room, giving the two teens the privacy Shannon had asked for. She chuckled to herself. Shannon was so provoked. Little did she know that her relationship and feelings had been fabricated by her. Just as easy as she had given her youth, she could take it all away, and that was exactly what she planned to do. She walked to her bedroom where she'd brought the Chronivac from Jeff's house. With a few button presses, Shannon was to age back up to the 47 year old woman she'd just been. Jennifer applied only a physical change, not changing her mind or reality back just yet. Not keeping her mind would ruin the fun. How amusing it will be, observing Shannon's world crumble.
Meanwhile in the guest room, Shannon and Jeff were going at it. After the initial awkwardness had subsided, they settled into a steady rhythm. Shannon was slightly sad her first time was so much less romantic than she'd imagined, but now that she was doing it, she should just focus on enjoying it as much as she could. It was what she'd wanted ever since they had first gotten together, Jeff feeling her body up and filling her up.
Suddenly Jeff's body shuddered next to her. Goop filled her. She wasn't there yet, but it was alright. It just must have meant Jeff was pleased with her, a slight victory for her over Mom.
"Let's cuddle." she smiled at him.
The couple laid face-to-face, arms around each other. Shannon looked lovingly at Jeff, but his look back seemed off, like something was distracting him.
"What's the matter" she asked him.
"Uh, nothing." he replied.
Not a satisfying answer. It's never actually "nothing". However it wasn't that strange that Jeff was distracted by his thoughts, considering he just had fought off a seductress just before.
As they cuddled more together, Shannon couldn't shake off something was wrong. She then noticed something. Her arm around Jeff, somehow, it looked off. Her entire body felt off in fact. She pulled her hand close to her. It had wrinkles, it didn't look like her hand at all, it looked like the hand of an older person.
She slid out of the bed and hurriedly stood up.. Her movements felt sluggish. Looking down, her entire body was different. Her skin was no longer smooth. Her breasts had grown a little bit. They sagged, not by much since they still weren't that big. Further down her body, her thighs had widened significantly, carrying a decent amount of fat. She was old, maybe even as old as Mom was.
"Jeff, what happened to me?" she asked. Even her voice was different. It was coarser and deeper than her singsongy young voice.
Jeff didn't give much of a response. How could he know? How was he supposed to know what had happened to her? It was something out of this world. The only explanation she could think of was a strange rare disease. If she was now an old woman, could their relationship continue? She couldn't bear the thought of it ending. In her chaotic world, Jeff was a lighthouse stopping her shipwreck. She grabbed his hands, the contrasting age apparent with their hands touching.
"Promise me, that you will accept me like this, don't leave me, please!" she begged.
"Um..." he hesitated.
Why did he pause? Did that mean he would leave her? How had her life fallen a part in mere moments? Was it a dream? A nightmare? She couldn't wake up. All she could do was cry. Cry until everything is over.